The Brave Hedgehog

In a leafy garden, green and bright, Where sunlight danced with pure delight, Lived a hedgehog, small and round, Best apples the whole year round.

He guarded them with prickly grace, A tiny smile upon his face, When sneaky Fox, with eyes so sly, Crept in beneath the summer sky.

"Those apples, Hedgehog, look so sweet," Fox grinned, with licking lips, a treat! "But I am hungry, weak, and old, One little apple, bought and sold?"

Our hedgehog puffed, a tiny knight, His quills all stood, a fearsome sight! "These apples," squeaked, "are mine, you see, For winter days, belong to me!"

He rolled up tight, a spiky ball, And bounced right at the fox so tall! Fox yelped in shock, he'd not foreseen, A hedgehog fierce, a spiky queen!

Fox stumbled back, his plan undone, By courage small, beneath the sun. He turned and fled, with hurried pace, Defeated by a spiky face!

The hedgehog cheered, his victory won, The bravest deed beneath the sun! He stood so proud, a tiny friend, The bravest hedgehog, till the end!